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All this was as so much honey on the palate of Montagu Stagg. He, turned it over like a sweet morsel as he threaded his way along the crowded streets in the direction of Caithness-road. But, first of all, he dropped in on the famous photographic establishment in Regent-street on the possible chance that the enlarged photograph of the snapshot he had obtained from Josh was finished.
It was not a long job, especially if the establishment happened to be rather slack, and Stagg was pleased to hear that it would be delivered in the course of the afternoon if he cared to call for it after three o'clock, or, failing that, it would be despatched by post.